Bravery! Courage! Yay!!
Sep. 21st, 2005 04:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
glacier_kittyLast night's episode of House was the best I've ever seen. It was about an extremely brave 9 year old girl who had cancer and a brain clot and only broke down when Dr. House told her they'd have to kill her for about a minute to find the clot. The girl was so brave and courageous!! She'd make a good medieval warrior haha. Brilliant episode...and it had the song Nessun Dorma!! Dr. House was listening to it...I keep hearing that song everywhere! Can't wait for next week's episode
My Latin teacher lets us listen to music when we're doing our homework...so nice of him!! My batteries on my CD player ran out just as Lamento Eroico was ending...grrr
Hurricane Rita is now a 5!! IT BETTER NOT DESTROY GALVESTON!!!!
I got that TAKS essay I did back and I typed it up and I shall post it here! I think it made Dean cry...
I am autistic. Erik, the POTO, had a face deformity. We were both shunned from society because we were different.
Erik was a brilliant man. He was a master at composing music, designing buildings, singing, ect, but no one besides his true love Christine ever got to see his true brillance, all because he was shunned and beaten up as a kid in the circus. He became a murderer, and with the help of Madame Giry, escaped from the circus and lived in the Paris Opera House the rest of his life, where he demanded tasks from the owners. Erik threatened "a fate worse than death" is they didn't cooperate.
Only Christine ever truly loved him. His mom threw his mask at him in horror when she saw him...all because of a deformity! This deformity only covered one side of his face and looked like it was burned with acid or a really bad sunburn. It made him look different and ugly (though not to me) and scary and had to wear a mask, but why does that matter so much? He didn't choose to have a deformity, and I didn't choose to have autism. If people had seen beyond our differences, they would have learned that we are actually really smart and talented people. If people had not treated Erik so badly and accepted him for who he really was, he probably wouldn't have had to live in an underground lair by a lake under the Paris Opera House where he alone could solemnly compose and play his music, and he probably could have played his music for people all over the world and live his dream.
And I, as I have said, have autism, which makes it very hard to do things normal people probably don't think twice about. I have bad social skills, peer pressure doesn't affect me, and I'm an amazingly talented writer. I was made fun of all through school, just because I was different and didn't dress and do everything how everybody else did. I also couldn't stand up for myself, so people really enjoyed taunting and making fun of me. People have said I'm a hippy and a tree hugger, just because I like trees.
People have told me to dress, talk, and even walk (!) a certain way so I can fit in and be accepted and liked by everybody else. But I will not. I now have two friends who look beyond my autism disability and like and accept me for who I am. They don't tell me how I should dress or act like, and treat me like a person. It feels wonderful. I really feel sorry for people with disabilities or handicaps because people see them as different and stupid and inferior and make fun of them and don't bother to get to know them. I always treat people like that as I would treat any other person, and I'm sure they love it. I love talking to them because they are really nice, interesting, and cheerful people. I can guarantee you that they get tired of people taunting them and being talked to and treated like babies.
Accepting people for who they are probably builds their self-esteem and makes them feel really good about themselves. I think a person who isn't accepted for who they are and changes for others to fit in and be accepted is probably really miserable. They are being controlled and being told what to do, after all. I'd rather be hated for who I am than liked for who I'm not. People who don't accept others for their true selves aren't worth it to me. In my eyes, they're weak. I am who I am, and nothing can change that.
But I know one thing. If Erik and I ever met, we would get along very well.
"I will lead the charge, my sword into the wind. Sons of Odin fight to die and live again"--"Swords in the Wind," Manowar
My Latin teacher lets us listen to music when we're doing our homework...so nice of him!! My batteries on my CD player ran out just as Lamento Eroico was ending...grrr
Hurricane Rita is now a 5!! IT BETTER NOT DESTROY GALVESTON!!!!
I got that TAKS essay I did back and I typed it up and I shall post it here! I think it made Dean cry...
I am autistic. Erik, the POTO, had a face deformity. We were both shunned from society because we were different.
Erik was a brilliant man. He was a master at composing music, designing buildings, singing, ect, but no one besides his true love Christine ever got to see his true brillance, all because he was shunned and beaten up as a kid in the circus. He became a murderer, and with the help of Madame Giry, escaped from the circus and lived in the Paris Opera House the rest of his life, where he demanded tasks from the owners. Erik threatened "a fate worse than death" is they didn't cooperate.
Only Christine ever truly loved him. His mom threw his mask at him in horror when she saw him...all because of a deformity! This deformity only covered one side of his face and looked like it was burned with acid or a really bad sunburn. It made him look different and ugly (though not to me) and scary and had to wear a mask, but why does that matter so much? He didn't choose to have a deformity, and I didn't choose to have autism. If people had seen beyond our differences, they would have learned that we are actually really smart and talented people. If people had not treated Erik so badly and accepted him for who he really was, he probably wouldn't have had to live in an underground lair by a lake under the Paris Opera House where he alone could solemnly compose and play his music, and he probably could have played his music for people all over the world and live his dream.
And I, as I have said, have autism, which makes it very hard to do things normal people probably don't think twice about. I have bad social skills, peer pressure doesn't affect me, and I'm an amazingly talented writer. I was made fun of all through school, just because I was different and didn't dress and do everything how everybody else did. I also couldn't stand up for myself, so people really enjoyed taunting and making fun of me. People have said I'm a hippy and a tree hugger, just because I like trees.
People have told me to dress, talk, and even walk (!) a certain way so I can fit in and be accepted and liked by everybody else. But I will not. I now have two friends who look beyond my autism disability and like and accept me for who I am. They don't tell me how I should dress or act like, and treat me like a person. It feels wonderful. I really feel sorry for people with disabilities or handicaps because people see them as different and stupid and inferior and make fun of them and don't bother to get to know them. I always treat people like that as I would treat any other person, and I'm sure they love it. I love talking to them because they are really nice, interesting, and cheerful people. I can guarantee you that they get tired of people taunting them and being talked to and treated like babies.
Accepting people for who they are probably builds their self-esteem and makes them feel really good about themselves. I think a person who isn't accepted for who they are and changes for others to fit in and be accepted is probably really miserable. They are being controlled and being told what to do, after all. I'd rather be hated for who I am than liked for who I'm not. People who don't accept others for their true selves aren't worth it to me. In my eyes, they're weak. I am who I am, and nothing can change that.
But I know one thing. If Erik and I ever met, we would get along very well.
"I will lead the charge, my sword into the wind. Sons of Odin fight to die and live again"--"Swords in the Wind," Manowar
